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Liberty Bought A GunThe curtains fall on charred black mountains, valleys of dust, and beaches of fallen countenance. Where life was, is no more, like a vapor--thin air,Liberty Bought A Gun
where it once was wholly there. The click, or a tap, somewhat of a rap.
Then a slam, or a bam, a phonetic bang,
rang like a telephone, incessant and annoying, but it was clear she was no longer in. She checked out in the summer of '76,
to rest her feet from the wear of warring sons. A brotherhood lost, though the future was won,
to start again, alone with vigor. The antecedent to a much bitter outcome,
when Liber
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The God Which We Knowi can clasp my hypothetic grip to a soul and maybe dance alone with an imaginary know the being with a dominant hand in the world is matter-less in formThe God Which We Know
she's got a wrist that ticks n' flicks the problems away to a garbage bin that sits beside the ominous stage in the meantime, we're dancing while the audience raves this story-line is gold
but little did they know that we have minds of our own the puppet-master's strings have a judicial hold relinquish me to speak aloud a freedman's oath screaming hallelujah brothers
we have made it to the edge of the
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SheShe shot each and every one directly in the head.She
Remorseless and deliberate, each pop and jolting recoil brought a smile to her face.
A splatter of sanguine whispers dotted her blouse. Gore, fashionable, she tried it on for size.
Reflecting now, she sates in recollection. Studying the pattern smoke makes as it exits the wounds. Wasn’t that only in the movies? Fiction never appealed to her more than now. Wondering what other assumptions were taken for granted. She decides, fiction is reality. No one can deny it. No one can negate this.
Death fills this roo
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Paintedsouls embraced, butterflies and all. doubtful action, repentance with a handshake. whispers tempered, dilated, renounced and broken into song. cracking along the fingertips. tracing letters, thin as razor blades. palms with palms, and arms locked like links in a chain. without need for recollection or idealism. glory is within the story. flowing through as rivers of emotion would. no tides, but a smooth midnight murmur. and our tracks cannot be traced. how the excitement cleansed like cool water. and the din of resentment would echo like crickets in twilight conversPainted
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